~ when you're not invited.

Lonelies: a poem

A bottle of wine on a table and two small glasses for a evening of local talk–intimate intercourse, soft and quiet with lots of intent-listening and laughter would be lovely, but it’s only a wish for the moment, mere seconds of time, a thought of warm conversation, a good wine, perhaps a Malbec for two commoners to warm our insides farther–farther to I care not where for it’s just a bottle of Malbec at table with two half-full glasses and small talk with lonelies, listening and laughter that fills this wish for a moment, one evening and two commoners at table–a wish.